It was a dark and long night, The stars and moon that once illuminate the way had darkened.
Looking over the dark horizon, one had the fleeting sensation of seeing things in the dark: forgotten idols, lost giants, and monsters from the abyss consciousness. So many were those that he thought of having enter their home, the next istant nothing, but darkness, silence and void loomed over him.
Something was calling him from afar, and it drove him mad. It brought him here, into these forsaken lands. He didn't know what it was that compelled him. A longing? A hope? An illusion? A vision? Despite his misgivings, he advanced further into the darkness, guided only by it that called for him. Would this call ever be heard?
This is a collection of short stories that I have written, they primarily deal with themes of change, renewal and struggle.
The cover is a particular of Los Entering the Grave by William Blake
- An old man taleDec 6, 2020
- Perilous imaginationDec 5, 2020
- To survive, part IVNov 30, 2020
- EdalieNov 28, 2020
- The MirrorNov 19, 2020
- Something forgottenNov 17, 2020
- To survive, part IINov 15, 2020
- To survive, part INov 14, 2020
- The sewersNov 10, 2020
- The forsaken temple of the dog spiritNov 6, 2020
- The hotel, part INov 5, 2020
- The ProcessionNov 4, 2020
- Corridors of PurposeNov 4, 2020
- Double SharpNov 1, 2020
- White sand & dark waterNov 1, 2020
